Pain

Pain

Something we all endure

Something we all hate

People don’t like pain

Neither on the inside nor out

Pain

All have different ways of coping

Some drink

Some curse

Some keep it in until it bursts

Others still try to forget

Pain

We pile it onto others

While we hope to never feel it again

We hate pain

But we make others suffer

Pain

It comes in many forms

It is found in love

We use it in anger

We watch it in destruction

Pain

A dangerous foe

And an equally dangerous ally

Some give their lives to pain

And lose everything

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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